Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Yet more global warming fun

Global Warming Fun
When your political party's highest endeavor is legislating the weather, you have to be prepared for surprises. Of course, we know that the weather isn't really what it's about:
Thank you, Vaclav Klaus. In the sanest statement on global warming to issue from officialdom anywhere on the planet, Czech President Vaclav Klaus has called this latest sky-is-falling movement what it really is: “A new incarnation of modern leftism.”

My translation: When you hear “Global Warming,” think “Central Planning.”

In an interview with a Czech financial newspaper, Hospodarske Noviny, picked up in translation by the Drudge Report, Klaus calls global warning a “false myth,” and explains — correctly — that the UN’s IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change), which issued the latest alarmist report, is “not a scientific institution” but “a sort of non-government organization of green flavor.”

Klaus has top credentials for sniffing out central planning schemes, of any flavor. He knows them all too well from Czechoslovakia’s decades behind the Soviet Iron Curtain, when the tint was red. It needs saying again and again. The drumbeat over global warming comes from the UN (here’s a link, again, to some background on the godfather of this movement, Maurice Strong). It is accompanied at every turn by schemes to transfer wealth, with the UN and its affiliates positioning themselves as toll collectors and traffic cops — promising somewhere down the line to reform the weather, but putting a hand out now for the money.
Seprating the marks from their cash and living the high life is what they do best at the UN.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Today's Hoot!

One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -- fireman, mechanic, businessman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.

However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men and they put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money."

The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?"

"No," the boy said, "he works for the Democratic National Committee and is helping to get Hillary Clinton to be our next President, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."

Sunday, February 11, 2007

I love a good musical!

Even if the language is a tad strong as in My Fair Blogger:
Book by Iowahawk
Music by Frederick Loewe and Alan Jay Lerner
Based on "Fascist Pigmalian" by the Reality-Based Community Dinner Theater

I tell you why there are two Americas, my dear Dr. Dean. Man is a product of his environment.

Balderdash! "So bententh the tree," say I. Take the insane Bush cabal that plotted 9-11, for instance, genetically rotted from root to branch.

This is where you are wrong my friend, and I shall prove you so. Take the young woman over there, banging on the keyboard.

HOWARD DEAN (sniffing)
The one who reeks of cat urine? Ghastly! What of her?

I am prepared to wager my indoor squash court that I can train her to be a proper presidential campaign representative.

F*cking s*ckwad c*cks*ck fundy f*ckwit godbag c*nt!

Ha-ho! I will gladly indulge your in your foolish wager, Senator!

I say, good woman... what is your name?

Amanda f*cking Marcotte... Pandagon to you, you motherf*cking c*cks*cking tool of the Southern f*cking white f*cking racist patriarchy!

Young woman, how would like a job as my official blog master!

No sh*t?!!
More hilarity by following the link and in the previous Pandagon Papers.